The Weight of Melted Snow - French For Rabbits

In the South it is dark

But it’s hard to imagine them sleeping

When here in the North, I can’t hear through the noise

Of the bodies all moving and breathing

And the breaking of bread, and the toil and the sweat

In the South it is quiet

All the bodies are still in their beds

Save for a few who can’t find their rest

And those who awake with dreams troubling them

Sadness steals my body, fills my bones

A careless lark, a heavy moan

Peter pick her up or let her go

Her wings are but the weight of melted snow

Bird, I need your help, how do I know?

In the East it is dawn

And the seas are all pulling and heaving

And the seagulls are wheeling, the sailors are hauling

Up the catch before sailing in

In the West it is dusk

And the lights in the kitchen are glowing

And the smells wafting out on the streets tell a story

Peering through the windows of each passing building

Sadness steals my body, fills my bones

A careless lark, a heavy moan

Peter pick her up or let her go

Her wings are but the weight of melted snow

Her wings are but the weight of melted snow

Bird, I need your help, how do I know?